She holds a toffee apple like a child
And he plays the mouth-organ mild.
They pass the time in the messy world
And they go on a ride in merry-go-round.
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Your sadness has given you an extraordinary poem. Wonderful write. I send you a smile to show you I approve. Always your friend, Sandra
well, sad. Sounds like some people you observed. Hey, I play the mouth organ...: -)
Very sad Nimal, I so hope this is your muse speaking...touching poem. Take care and Happy New Year. Joey